Siphoning off some of the pain that he's feeling goes a long way in helping to restore Han's consciousness. He becomes aware that someone is holding him now because he can finally feel something other than the pain in his lungs and his nerves on fire. The weight of a heavy, scratchy blanket draped over his shoulders.
Han's eyes drift unfocused in the general direction of the male voice. The tone suggests that this person, whomever he is, doesn't want to hurt him. Or doesn't want to hurt him right now, anyway. It's an unfamiliar voice to him, though. Definitely not Luke's. Not one of a number of 'frienemes' he'd made throughout his smuggling days. Was it someone working for the Alliance? Someone sent by Mon Mothma or more likely Leia?
There was no way to tell without asking because he couldn't see anything.
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Date: 2018-02-26 09:34 pm (UTC)Han's eyes drift unfocused in the general direction of the male voice. The tone suggests that this person, whomever he is, doesn't want to hurt him. Or doesn't want to hurt him right now, anyway. It's an unfamiliar voice to him, though. Definitely not Luke's. Not one of a number of 'frienemes' he'd made throughout his smuggling days. Was it someone working for the Alliance? Someone sent by Mon Mothma or more likely Leia?
There was no way to tell without asking because he couldn't see anything.
"Who are you?"